Jim Bob: Did you see that girl who wrote #plis on her Instagram?
Dale Derkson:
Yeah.
Jim Bob: Apparently, she eats babies!
Dale Derkson: Doesn't surprise me. She also regularly cheats on her husband... with me.
Jim Bob: DUDE! I am not okay with that.
Dale Derkson: That's why I
shot you.
Jim Bob:
Oh dukes! Is that what this red
stuff on my shirt is.
Dale Derkson: What did you think it was?! What else could that possible be?
Jim Bob: ...strawberry jam
Dale Derkson: Why...on
earth... would it be strawberry jam?
Jim Bob: I don't know! I'm kind of a messy eater. Don't really have my life together, you know? Sometimes feel like I just need someone to talk to about... what are you
dong?
Dale Derkson: Taking a picture of you and me for the gram, #plis, you know. Try to stop bleeding so much: I want to get in close for the
shot. My
phone only does like...narrow frame selfies. I don't have that new Iphone you see Will smith with.
Jim Bob: *deep sigh* okay. Kind of losing consciousness, so
Dale Derkson: Say *Jim Bob collapses* Bro, you're being really
rude right now. Bet all your posts end with #plis.